It's night

You decide to take a moment out of your day to look through your wardrobe. You've got several pairs of pants hanging in your face, a box of six vintage pineapple grenades to your right that you were planning on giving to Snowflake, you know how she likes Vietnam era weaponry, a rubber mallet, some plastic bags, a roll of duct tape, cotton fiber rope, a reciprocating saw, your AK-47 (currently jammed(like it's ever not(you need to sell that thing))) and that seems to be about all. Well, shit. You're not about to be the rude ass who uses a gift to defend yourself. Especially not when it's for a girl. You are feel chivalrous today. So your options are narrowed to shaking the AK until it works and throwing pants at them it seems. Okay, that shot was pretty close. Maybe they're walking closer already. You check quickly (Hint: They are.) If they're closer... You already wore a shirt as pants today, balls gonna be smashing through those walls.

As the two guards are about to turn the corner and fill you with lead, you toss the mallet out and then club the closer of them with the AK. Before the second can raise his gun again you've got yours to his face. You tell him that he can take his co-worker and leave if he wants to live. Their employer is likely dead or dying and corpses don't pay much. He seems to be thinking, to which you respond by offering to clean up the body before the authorities get there. His face goes from thoughtful to panicked at the mention of cops. You said you called them in the closet and they'll be here within the hour. Bullshit, but believable. He grabs the other guy slaps him until he comes to and then walks out with him. That was... easy? Well, your vest needs some replacing with the couple of rounds that got embedded in it and you need to tend to the hole in your leg you're only just now noticing. Other than that, you're cool.

Vacation's over, you decide to...

[] Tend to your leg first.
[] Call the ambulance for real.
[] Double tap.

 

Damn, I was gonna suggest you tape the cord to one end of a plastic bag, tape the mallet to the other end to give it some weight, then toss the bag over one of the guys' heads to distract them and hog-tie the other fella'

...All things considered, probably for the best I never got to suggest this

[1] Tend to your leg, then [2] double tap that sumbitch

 

tend to your leg first​

 

Double-tap the Legbulance.

Double-Tap. Leg. Ambulance. In that order.

 

Alright, You're bleeding all over the damn place and you need to stop that before you straight up die. You're no medic, but you know a thing or two about patching yourself up. In your inventory, there's a combat knife and a lighter. You know you've got some Everclear in the minifridge so you reach over and snatch that out. You then take two lengths of the rope and tie them above and below the wound. After getting a look at it, you see that it's a flesh wound, clean and not too deep. Bullet slid right through without leaving any shrapnel. You kind of start shouting angrily while you clean out the wound and bandage it up nice and tight. Should be fine until you can get it to a doctor. Alright, next thing you do is rummage around your room until you find some gloves. Then you grab the peacemaker, make sure it's loaded and drop a round into the guy's head at a suicide angle. Then you put the gun in his hand. It's sloppy work, but it'll do in these parts. Now you've gotta clear out your stuff and burn the place down. You kind of wish you could get the peacemaker to Snowflake, she's a fan of pistols also, but she already has one at least.

After a couple trips you have everything all nice and stacked up outside the house. Then you dump the rest of the Everclear and whatever other alcohol and gas you've got stashed in strategic locations and light it up. About half an hour later you have all your stuff packed up like you brought it and a rinkydink little ambulance is ready to take you away while the local firefighters do their thing. They don't ask many questions since they don't speak English or Spanish too well and you don't speak Vietnamese too well. At the "hospital" they tell you that you did a good job and redo everything a cleaner and prettier. Then they tell you to pay up and get out. You don't fight over that.

Not much else to do but put on some pants and hop on out of this dumb country. Leave by...

[] Train.
[] Plane.
[] Walk it.

 

Since your leg went through that ordeal, you might as well take a train. Maybe you'll find some scumbag to beat up for shits and giggles.​

 

Your leg is jacked. You know it, your leg knows it and your nervous system is making sure that both of you keep that consensus. Moving up in altitude at any speed would probably be disadvantageous to the wound closing up clean and walking is basically just something you thought of to test yourself to see if you were stupid. Looks like you passed the test this time. So trains it is.

Personally, you hate trains. Reminds you of a lot of bad times. Like on the Ferrocarril de Antofagasta a Bolivia or the Argentine Central Railway and especially that one long trip on the Trans-Siberian Railroad. Seriously, your luck with trains is godawful. But level with yourself, it's the only way to get to Bristol in time. Also, you can think about the one good train ride you had. Okay, you had two good rides, but one was totally ruined by something that you're not going to dredge up right now because what kind of dick twists the knife in a ten year old wound? Not you. Anyhow, you're one good train ride was when you met Sour Kraut, Leadfoot and Shotty. You and some other mercs were... now's not the time for reminiscing. Now's the time for hobbling over to the railway and getting yourself on a train outta this hellhole.

At the station you find that it's every bit as ****** as the rest of this country. You kind of love it for that rustic charm, though. Anyhow you buy a ticket and hop your ass on that train without event. For once things might be going okay. You should...

[] Stay awake.
[] Go to sleep.

 

Stay awake, or I'll miss my stop and have to be on the train longer than I need to be.

 

Sleeping is for the weak. Stay awake.​

 

Waking is for the sleep. Stay aweak.

I mean sleep. You need your rest and something hilarious is bound to ensue from you letting your guard down

 

Going to sleep right now, in public practically, would be pretty much completely and irredeemably retarded. So you decide to stay awake. You glare suspiciously at the other passengers sitting there being all... sitting there. You're going to be on this train for about ten more hours and it's pretty much small, dingy and unsuitable for long stints. So you decided that you would walk around. As you try to get up a twinge in your leg tells you that you're not going anywhere. So all you really have to do is sit there like all the other losers and wait ten hours. You're going to die of boredom before then.

Inside of ten minutes you fall asleep on some person's shoulder despite both your intentions and their protests. When you're sleepy, ain't nothing stopping it. Except for the blaring of an alarm and some intermittent gunfire that wake you up roughly an hour later. Well, it was a cheap ticket after all. You...

[] Check to see who you fell asleep on.
[] Go towards the gunfire.
[] Go towards the front of the train.

 

Sneak towards the direction the gunfire came from and scope out the area. All sneaky like.​

 

[] Go towards the gunfire. NOTHING COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG

 

[] Make the bad decision. Run into the gun. Fire.

 

You're actually comforted by the sound of gunfire. It helps calm you down like white noise does for little babies. You've been in more than enough warzones to know that it actually means death, but in the end maybe you want to be close to death. Maybe death is like a brother to you and you don't like leaving him to his own devices. Maybe you like keeping him in line and making sure he does what he's supposed to. Whatever it is, you're going to follow that sound and see what's on the other side of the train.

From the sound of the fire there's about one car between you and them, so time to combat crawl. Bullets flying about randomly are gonna bite through the walls of this dinky little train like they're nothing. Good for you, won't even have to be facing half the people you kill. As you enter the car adjacent to the fire you notice a that this car is clear but totally ransacked. Looks like they actually started here and are moving away from you. You consider briefly trying to climb onto the roof before realizing you're likely to die doing that. You may like being near death, but you and he have some personal space limits that you're not willing to breach. So you continue on forward. As you exit the car, you take a moment to linger there and see if you can get a look at anything. No, they've already moved on, the gunshots are moving farther away. You survey the room for survivors. Nothing, no dead bodies, no nothing. Just a bunch of broken seats. You're starting to feel kind of uneasy now.

[] Continue after the gunfire.
[] Turn back.
[] Check the roof again.

 

Turn back. You're a megabitch now.

 

Continue after the gunfire.​

 

You're conflicted. This situation reeks of crazy nonsense and a pile of bodies and you know that you're one to avoid anything that might get nonsensical. You like your confrontations to make sense. You like it when you can tell exactly what a killer was thinking from the mess he made. But right now, you've got nothing at all. Not a damn thing. So either you sate that curiosity and follow the example of the cat in the adage or you turn back and let this be one of those crazy stories you never bother telling anyone. It's not like you've got a ton to live for, it's just you don't much fancy the thought of dying. You know it's just instinct, but you think on some level that you're just too pretty to die.

As you're pondering how your looks affect your lot in life you hear an explosion from further down in the train. Well, that's interesting. You rush to a window, open it and poke your head out of it. The explosion was pretty big, the train just ends about six cars down from you now. Your god, these guys work fast. Well, no choice but to get a better look now. If you're going to survive this, you're going to have to be proactive and aggressive. The game of life favors players who can shoot first.

The next car is much like the first one you found. Totally bloodless and empty, but wrecked. The next is the same. And the next. Finally, one car is left before the last one and you haven't met a soul. But in better news the gunfire has started again. Or is that bad news? Who cares? Anyhow, you have a gun and a knife in the weapons category and everything else you own got disconnected with the baggage car. Oh well, you suppose those gifts weren't meant to be. How do you proceed?

 

Make sure you have ammo for that gun. That's always good. Then proceed toward the gunfire and try not to die.​

 

Don't proceed. Cry in a corner until you're found, and then mercilessly slaughter everyone.